As you’ll know if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, I’ve got a lot of time for Homebaked in Anfield. The social enterprise that began life as a Biennial Arts Project, continues as an experiment in what’s possible, has grown into into a Community Bakery, then as you will have seen on here a couple of weeks ago, got its Community Land Trust (CLT) going too.
Obviously there’s a lot going on at Homebaked. A lot that’s worth writing and reading about. Which is why I’m delighted to be announcing the start of regular blogging from Homebaked and to introduce you to Cally Anne Highfield, who’s doing the writing and photography for it.
Community Land Trusts are more than a bit of a thing for me at the moment. Granby 4 Streets last week and every week. And now here we are in Homebaked in Anfield.
You can’t possibly have been around this blog for long without knowing of my respect and admiration for the people of Anfield and their magnificent achievement in getting their community Bakery going just across the road from Liverpool Football Club. Holding the heart of the community together these last several years as chaos and demolition have reigned all around them. What you might not have known is that Homebaked are a community land trust as well, and that’s what we’re here to talk about.
Before that, a quick look round the neighbourhood.
The kind I live in, the kind thousands of Liverpool people live in. A classic design that has weathered bad times, good times and two world wars.
Yes, this is a post about bread and why it matters.
But first a bit of background about bread and me. You’d kind of expect that wouldn’t you, being my blog and all?
Come late summertime four years ago I was almost completely knackered. Three years of being Sarah’s principal carer as we both worried ourselves through the landscape of breast cancer, together with continuing to run our business on my own, had nearly wiped me out.
I badly needed a complete break. So with Sarah through the toughest of her treatments I took two months off working. And for the first week I went away. Continue reading “Real Bread Matters”